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epiclamer · 9 months

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Please just domestic fluff between a married hero and villain? Hero reminds villain that thanks to them they learned to hug? Im so sorry if the request is straight ass weird i just want comfort and fluff.

For my girl @save-the-villainous-cat (Happy International Girlfriend (wife) day!!!!!!!!)

An Embrace

Long days were normal for the two of them, neither were really set on a schedule and for the most part when they did get time off, the other was busy working. Villain was more of their own boss, while the hero had their superior breathing down their neck every other second.

But both jobs were busy and risky. Both of them knew that.

Yet they had overlooked it when cupid’s arrow struck and love at first fight happened.

The hero was the first to cave, but the villain was often making the first moves. The criminal liked to think of their lover like a puppy, always needing guidance, attention and reassurance. However, the hero found the exact opposite analysis of their lover, concluding that the villain was like a cat; sly, introverted but still cuddly.

It was the perfect balance of opposites attract. Unfortunately, they couldn’t balance their work-life scale just as easily.

And the villain knew this, they knew the struggle and they knew it took a toll on their marriage as well, so when they had caught news that their spouse had taken a day off, Villain didn’t hesitate to wrap up early and head home. Greeting their partner with a skip in their step as they entered through the door way.

“Sweetie, are you up yet?”

There was only a groan in response from the other side of the bedroom door. Perfect.

The villain hummed as they made their way in, finding their hero wrapped halfheartedly in blankets, hair a mess, with their limbs bending in positions that could only be comfortable to someone completely limp. They smiled, heading over to sit on the edge of the bed. “I took the rest of today off so we could spend some time together, love. I know we haven’t had time to ourselves lately, and I want to change that.”

There was that winning smile, every time the criminal saw it it was like falling in love all over again. Even exhausted the hero still managed to express their excitement—something the villain loved about them.

“How does breakfast sound? Scrambled eggs, bacon and toast, just how you like it? Might be able to fry up some hash browns while I’m at it too~”

The hero hummed something unintelligible, eyes still sleepily shut before reaching out their arms and grasping onto their lover’s pants. Giving only a second of thought then pulling the villain in and on top of them in bed. Sinking into the warmth of their significant other with glee, if they could be greedy today they most definitely would.

Their first instinct was to pull away, but Villain blamed that on their criminal habits and trust issues. Once their brain registered no sign of threat they managed to relax, as much as they were crushing the other, they knew Hero loved it and they couldn’t will themselves to destroy the moment. So they laid patiently, rubbing one of the hero’s strewn calves as they chuckled softly into the blanket.

“Miss me much?”

“Mmmm…” The hero shifted and slowly maneuvered the villain and themselves into a more comfortable position, face to face, arms wrapped around one another. “D’you remember how to hug?”

The villain smiled, pressing an innocent kiss atop of the hero’s lips. “Haven’t been able to forget since the day you became mine.”

That managed to coax a small giggle from the exhausted crime-stopped, as well as another soft kiss shared between the two. “‘S not what I meant…”

“Mmm, I know, honey.” Behind the hero’s back they intertwined their own fingers, pulling the other even closer—if at all possible. “Lock your fingers.”

Sleepily but surely the other repeated after them, slurring words as they messily tied their fingers together.

“Elbows in.”

Hero’s grin only stretched as the steps went on, the pair pushing their elbows into the other’s ribcage for maximized closeness. They loved hearing it, they knew it by heart, but it was the hero’s number one reassurance when it came to love; the steps of a hug.

“And pull tight.”

They squealed as the villain crunched them in their arms, noses brushing and hearts beating against one another’s. It was perfect.

Love was perfect.

And in their heart they knew it always would be as long as the villain was by their side.

“And kiss!!” That part was optional for anyone except the two of them. A kiss was almost mandatory at this point in their relationship, especially since moments like these were becoming rarer than usual with the overloads of work.

The villain sighed, rolling their eyes affectionally as they came in for another kiss, one more sensual and intimate this time. Mouths open and tongues twisting together, carefully, gently. Just how the hero liked it.

“And kiss, my love.”

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actuallysaiyan · 5 months

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OMG CONGRATS ON 6K FOLLOWERS BACON 🥓💙. So for my first request I would like #14 (how much do you want to c*m?) with person A being let's see...Goku Black 😳please? and can it be Goku Black asking the reader that said question?🥺👉👈

event here.

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, mentions of blowjobs, Stockholm syndrome, kidnap victim, victimhood, rough vaginal fingering, orgasm denial. word count: 0.9k pairings: Goku Black x Fem!Reader prompts: Person A: How much do you want to cum?

You never wanted to convince yourself that you were okay with this. You wanted to protest against it and make it known you’d be rescued. But the more the days would go by, the more you were coming to terms with the fact that nobody would hear your cries for help and that nobody would be coming to bust you out of this room. This is where you were going to stay here forever.

Goku Black had taken a liking to you the moment he laid eyes on you. He knew he’d never find another good plaything like you. While you believed yourself to be killed the second he grabbed you, he surprised you with lewd whispers and caresses to make your body shudder.

You were thrown into a room filled with a bed and a few things to keep you entertained. It became quickly known that you were Goku Black’s little plaything. He intended to keep you as a sexual partner, a hole to use. Nothing more, nothing less. The only issue with all of this is that you made it difficult for him to do more than to get you to give him a blowjob. You weren’t ready to give yourself up to such an evil person. Yet you were beginning to enjoy the so-called torture he was inflicting upon you. You were finding pleasure in the way he would groan and growl as you learned how to pleasure him with your mouth. It had been so scary the first time, but the more you did it, the more you found yourself wanting to make him cum so good.

Goku Black hadn’t intended on developing some feelings for you either. It surprised you that he actually seemed to care about your purity. You had told him the first night that you didn’t want to have sex, and he actually listened to you. Something about that pitiful pout made his heart wrench in guilt. He decided to wait it out, show you all kinds of different ways to pleasure him at first. If he got you comfortable with pleasuring him, maybe you’d come around wanting to have sex.

You thought about your strange relationship with this man as you soak in the tub. Strange as it may be, you find yourself wanting to make him happy. That’s why you’re soaking in this tub full of rosewater and the lovely scents of other flowers. You’re trying to make yourself desirable. It’s such an odd feeling for you, but you know that deep down you’ll never leave this place. So it’s only natural that you try to enjoy this.

He enters the room while you’re resting on your bed. You’re not wearing anything, which makes him smirk. He’s quick to grab you by the ankles, pulling you down to the edge of the bed. Your head whirls with emotions as he plants a searing kiss on your lips. Your tongue can barely keep up as he shoves his own into your mouth, rubbing against yours.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he says with a cackle. “You did all this for me, huh?” he asks about the sweet scent and the softness of your skin.

You swallow hard, “yes, my lord…”

He smirks at you again. He’s trained you so well. You’re becoming his little fucktoy, and it won’t be long before you’re just begging to have his cock deep inside you. For tonight, he was going to show you pleasure so that you may slowly become more comfortable with all this. Goku Black spreads your thighs, grunting at the sight of your little cunt.

“Mmmm…” he groans as he leans in to get a whiff of your scent.

Two of his fingers rub up and down your wet folds, making you jump up and yelp. Just the reaction you made makes his cock throb. Oh this is going to be so much fun for him. He knows he’ll render you into a whimpering and begging mess. He can’t wait to see your face all flush for him as he brings you to your peak.

Before you can even sink into this pleasure, he brings those fingers to your lips. Your eyes widen at the gesture.

“Suck!”

You don’t even hesitate, your lips part to suck on his long digits. You can taste yourself on them, making you part your legs a little more. You’re desperate for this attention and pleasure now, which makes Goku Black laugh at you. Then he shoves those two wet fingers deep inside your waiting cunt, thrusting them in and out at a brutal pace.

“I knew you’d become my little whore,” he grunts in your ear. You cry out as he bites down on your neck. Already your walls are clenching around his fingers, and you cant your hips forward for a little more pleasure.

Your head falls back as you fuck yourself on his fingers. Your breath comes out shallower as the pleasure builds more and more. It’s like someone has lit a fire in your tummy. Goku Black has you exactly where he wants you, and he’s about to pull out his best move. Just as your walls begin to clench around him signaling your orgasm, he violently pulls them out of you and leaves you panting.

“W-why’d you do that?!”

Goku Black laughs, “I wanna hear it…how much do you want to cum?”

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w2soneshots · 2 months

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Suprise -W2S

Words: 0.6k+

Warnings: pregnancy.

In which you and Harry enjoy your baby moon.

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Me and Harry held out on announcing my pregnancy online and weren't sure how to do it but it was getting difficult to hide it in videos so we spontaneously decided to announce it while we were on our baby moon in the Bahamas. We told both of our family's and all of our friends almost 2 months ago. All of the girls cried, JJ started contemplating his life and Ethan was very excited to finally have another dad in the group.

Today is the 4th day of our week long trip. When I woke up Harry was nowhere to be found. I got up, slid on one of the two white, fluffy dressing gowns that were hung up in the wardrobe and headed down stairs. "Harry?!" I called out through the villa. "In here!" He called out from the kitchen. I walked into the room and was immediately hit with the smell of bacon and eggs. "Omg, that smells incredible!" I said taking a seat on one of the stools facing Harry. "I was gonna bring you breakfast In bed." he sighed while plating up our food. "It's the thought that counts, plus I wouldn't want to get food on those white sheets and have to pay a cleaning tax." I said. he laughed.

Once we finished our food we went upstairs to get ready because we're spending the rest of the day at the beach. Harry got dressed while I brushed my hair and slicked it back into a ponytail. I put on my black swimsuit and a matching cover up then slipped on some flip flops. Once I was ready I grabbed my beach bag and towel the went downstairs to meet Harry who is sat scrolling through his phone on the couch. "Im done." I said and he quickly got up.

When we got to the beach we picked a slightly shaded spot and set down all of our things. Harry left me for 5 minutes to grab some ice cream while I lay scrolling through instagram when I got a FaceTime call from Faith. "Hey!" I said after I answered. "Hi! I just wanted to check on you. How's the holiday going?" She asked. "Great, Harry's just gone to get some ice cream." I said with a smile. "Omg, I'm so jealous it looks so hot there." she said. "Ye maybe a little too hot." I said fanning myself. She laughed and then said "I remember when I was pregnant with Olive I was always so hot." just as she finished her sentence Harry returned with the ice creams and sat down next to me on his towel. "Well, I'll love you and leave you. Have fun, bye!" she said. I smiled and replied "bye!" then blew a kiss to the screen.

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Me and Harry spent a few hours sat relaxing on the beach when we decided to head back to the villa to get ready for dinner. We took a shower and Harry got changed while I dried my hair, curled it, put on a little bit of makeup and got into my dress.

"You look beautiful." Harry said when I walked down the stairs. He walked up to me and placed one of his hands on my stomach then gave me a kiss. I smiled and we left. When we arrived at the little restaurant we were taken to a table and given menus. "This all sounds amazing!" I said while my eyes scanned the piece of paper. Once I decided we ordered our food.

"Mmmm" I mumbled with a mouthful of pasta. Harry smiled "I love you so much."

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hb-writes · 17 days

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Family

Characters: Frank Castle & Teen Reader/OC (she/ her pronouns)

Prompt: heyyy so I was wondering if u could do a platonic lil Drabble for The punisher/frank castle with a teen reader with #60 for the one hundred compliments maybe like where he sees her as a daughter and she sees him as a father figure-sorry if that don’t make sense

Summary: Even after all these years and all the bad things that have come to happen in Frank Castle's life, he still maintains a connection with his army buddy's orphaned daughter, a relationship that has kept both of them a little more sane while wading through the grief of loss because they're family and that's what family does.

Content Warnings: Mention of death/ loss/ grief

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Frank’s eyes slid to the clock on the wall as she slumped into the booth across from him at the diner. She was seventeen minutes late, but that was nothing new. Frank had come to expect that she would arrive anywhere between 3 to 20 minutes late no matter what.

The kid was never on time. Her parents had been the same way—to the point that it was a running joke between the two families—and Frank sometimes wondered if she held onto that trait only because she knew it was something that tied her to them, to her mother and father.

He’d offered to hold their regular meet up later in the day—a late breakfast or lunch, even—but she insisted on keeping the Sunday early morning time slot despite never arriving on time. Frank didn’t really mind. There was a certain bit of nostalgia to it, painful as that could be sometimes. Sad as that could be...

Once upon a time, their group had occupied one of the corner booths, her and Frank and their families, but with Maria and the kids gone and her parents gone, too, Frank and the girl were all that was left.

Frank had already ordered her breakfast, knowing her preferences well-enough to ask the waitress for an order of french toast with bacon and—

“Mmmm Coffee,” she nearly moaned, reaching out for the steaming mug before she even finished getting settled in the booth. Frank figured it was his bad influence that had the girl craving it with that sort of vigor—enjoying it black, only—unlike most of the kids her age who seemed to prefer the near-religious consumption of Starbucks-branded sugar and cream with a splash of coffee rather than the other way around.

Her mother would probably have killed Frank for encouraging the habit. He didn’t imagine she’d be drinking it if her parents were still alive, but there were plenty of things that fit that category. Coffee was probably the least concerning of them, but the only role models she had in her life these days—Frank and her Aunt—were both caffeine fiends, so he didn't fault the girl one bit in that regard.

“You look like shit,” she said, an eyebrow quirked as she eyed Frank over the top of her cup.

It was the truth—Frank was sporting a nasty bruise on his face that looked like it hurt, but he didn’t take the bait, scrutinizing her from across the table instead.

Frank reached out for his own coffee cup. “And you look like you never made it home last night.”

She glanced down at her outfit—a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and slides that all very clearly didn’t belong to her. Her options had been limited when she’d reluctantly pulled herself from her short slumber. Her choices had been to either force herself back into last night’s homecoming dress and heels or to raid her date’s drawers, and she hadn’t been too interested in getting back into the dress to ride the train before 6 am.

She stayed quiet as Frank sipped from his coffee.

“So uh…Vic knows about your little sleepover?” Frank asked into the quiet between them.

She shrugged, reaching for the maple syrup and drowning her french toast. Her Aunt Victoria was an ER nurse and she was working a double this weekend so she wouldn’t be home until mid-afternoon. She had texted with her throughout the dance the night before and after, sending a text that said ‘Night. I’m going to sleep xoxo.’ It technically hadn’t been a lie. She just hadn’t been going to sleep in her own bed.

She focused on cutting her food into bite sized pieces, well-aware that Frank was watching her every move, trying to figure something out about her without having to ask. He leaned back against the booth suddenly and cleared his throat.

“So are you dating this kid?”

She had a feeling Frank already knew the answer and just wanted to hear it from her mouth.

“So, uh…” she started, with no intention of confirming or denying anything. “What happened to your face, Frank?” She pointed at him with a forkful of french toast. “Looks like it hurts.”

Frank snorted as she chewed on a bite. It did hurt, but that was beside the point.

“What’s the kid’s name?”

“Who?” she asked, spearing another bite with her fork. “The guy that hit you?" She took a bite, shrugging. "I don’t know, Frank. You tell me.”

“Don’t try to be cute, kid.”

“I don’t need to try to be cute,” she answered. “It comes quite naturally.”

“Alright, enough. Just tell me your…” Frank paused for a moment, thinking. Boyfriend? Girlfriend? She’d never really expressed any sort of preference one way or another. Or at least, she hadn’t expressed it to him, and Frank knew better than to assume. “Tell me your... special friend’s name,” he said.

She resisted the urge to laugh at the term, closing her eyes to fight the smile tugging at her lips. “No,” she said before shoveling another bite in her mouth.

“So you are dating, then? There is someone special?”

“No…” she started, holding out the word, her cheeks heating as she realized he’d caught her. “I—It’s not—Why does it even matter?”

“Because you’re not supposed to be dating.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “According to who?”

Her aunt didn’t have rules about that type of thing. The woman barely had any rules at all. She kept her grades up and she stayed out of trouble, and there was very little guidance given to her outside of that. Frank tried to guide her from afar, to put in his two cents when he could, but his sphere of influence was a bit limited these days, considering most of the world thought he was dead. Their connection was somewhat confined to occasional phone calls and these semi-regular breakfasts. It wasn’t like he could enforce much from that standpoint.

“I thought your stance was no dating until sixteen?” She raised her eyebrows in question.

She didn’t just think that was his stance. She knew it because Frank and Maria had said it often enough about Lisa and Frank Jr., and her parents had been what she considered way more strict than the two of them.

Her dad had always said she could date after she had her high school diploma in hand and not a moment sooner. She’d always thought Maria and Frank seemed like cooler parents because of it…much more reasonable, not that the matter of her dating was anything more than theoretical back then. The idea of dating hadn’t even really been on her mind at the time. She had been just a kid when her parents passed away.

“I’m seventeen now, in case you’ve forgotten,” she added, though Frank couldn’t forget. He remembered her birth because she’d been born shortly before him and her dad returned from a tour. The guys had all been nearly as excited to meet the new kid as they had been to see their own families.

“Yeah, well, I owe it to your dad to at least try and honor his wishes,” Frank answered.

How many of their conversations over the last five years had been because of that, an attempt to honor her parents and their wishes? Because they weren't here to ask the questions, or enforce their rules? Because they weren't here to encourage her to be patient, to make sure she was being smart and safe and all of the things Frank imagined a parent of a teenager was meant to do?

And over the last three years, how much of what he said and did where she was involved was because Lisa and Frank Jr. weren’t here, too? For years, she’d called him Uncle Frank, thought of him just the same way she did all of her dad’s army buddies. She wasn’t technically his kid, but at the same time, she was...

“And it’s my…duty…to make sure you’re being safe.”

She choked on her coffee, struggling to keep it in her mouth as she sensed where the conversation was going.

“To make sure—”

“No,” she shook her head, heat blazing in her cheeks at the mere thought of discussing the birds and the bees with Frank. It was too early in the morning for this. “No, no, no, no, no. We are not having this conversation. Aunt Vic is a nurse and I’m not an idiot, okay? End of discussion.”

Frank snorted, his body shaking with a bit of laughter. “Glad to hear it, though that wasn’t what I meant.”

She grabbed for her coffee, just to have something to do, pulling it towards her lips though she waited to take a sip, not knowing where the conversation was going and not wanting to risk spitting coffee across the table.

“I just meant you have to be careful with who you trust,” he said. “I wouldn’t want something to happen to you, is all. For you to get hurt…"

Frank fiddled with his untouched silverware, straightening it on the placemat before meeting her eye. “They’re a good person?”

She sighed, leaning back into the cushions as she finally took the sip she’d been delaying. The waitress came to offer a refill and they both accepted, silent as she poured their coffees.

“Yes,” she allowed once the woman stepped away, her voice softening. “He’s a good person, Frank.”

Frank nodded. “Good. That’s good.” He took a sip of his coffee. “Your aunt has met this kid?”

She nodded. “We’ve already done all the awkward ‘meet the family’ stuff. Aunt Vic was a menace as I’m sure you can imagine. Dad would’ve been pleased.”

"Good." Frank smiled. “Someone’s gotta be.”

They both sipped at their coffees in silence and she watched as Frank became occupied looking out the window, tracking the movements of passersby in their surroundings.

“I wish I could introduce him to you.”

Frank turned his gaze to her, a bit surprised by the words. It wouldn’t ever happen—it couldn’t because of everything that had gone down. Technically, Frank Castle didn’t exist. Not even Vic knew that he was alive and having breakfast with her niece. "Really?"

“Of course I wish you could meet him. You’re family, Frank.” The way she said it made it sound like an obligation and seeing that fact settle on Frank’s face, she added, “I’m happy to have you as my family. Lucky.”

Frank nodded, the hint of a smile there on his face. “I'm lucky to have you too, kid.”

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g0d5-l4ught3r · 2 months

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Mmmm...meredith....

Yea mate?

[She's cooking up some bacon]

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whumper-whimsy · 1 year

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Back home P1

Part 2

Blackmail/bribery, kidnapping, implied noncon, angst, intimate whumper, whumpee × caretaker

Caretaker's heart dropped as their phone rang. They had been dreading this call all day- did it have to happen now? With shaking hands, they checked the name.

Whumper

Caretaker glanced down at Whumpee in the bed next to them- asleep.

Quietly, they got up, waking out of the bedroom and into the living room.

They answered the call.

"Whumper, I-"

"Caretaker, you were supposed to have the money by noon. It's 10:00 at night, and I don't beleive I've received anything."

"I'm sorry, I don't have the money. Ive been saving up, i swear. I can get you a little over a thousand tomorrow, but i just don't have it."

"Oh, you don't, hm? I can't accept a quarter of what you owe me, that's just not how that works."

"Don't take them." Caretaker couldn't stop the waver in their voice. "Take whatever you want, but not them."

"But I don't want anything else. I want my pet."

"Please, Whumper-!"

"If you get me that thousand, you can have them all of tommorow. The day after, they're mine."

"No... please, rethink this." Caretaker had to cover the microphone to sniffle and wipe their tears on their sleeve.

"No can do. I'll send my men over to go grab them now."

"No!" Caretaker covered their mouth, hoping they didn't wake whumpee. "I'll get you the thousand. I just need one last day with them."

"Fine. It'll give me time to get their things prepared, they've been put away for so long now."

"You're a monster."

"I know. I'll talk to you later. Bye!"

"Fuck you."

Click.

Caretaker bursted into tears, collapsing onto the couch behind them. How would they survive without Whumpee?

They realised they were being selfish. Their poor Whumpee would have to go back to Whumper. After months of being reintroduced into regular life, it would all be ripped away from them. Caretaker's heart sunk with guilt.

Whatever happened, Caretaker would make tomorrow the best day of whumpee's life. They could make it work with the few hundred they had saved up alongside the thousand.

♡♡♡♡♡ Whumpee POV / timeskip ♡♡♡♡♡

Whumpee woke up with a stretch, yawning silently. They noticed with a smile that Caretaker was spooning them from behind. They squeezed their weighted stuffed dinosaur, closing their eyes. Mornings with Caretaker had always been nice, but this morning felt heavenly.

Caretaker was awake, they could tell. Whumpee felt them shift behind them.

"Mornin', Whumpee," Caretaker hummed, reaching up to rub their shoulders. "Sleep good?"

"Mhm, what about you?" Whumpee relaxed, sighing softly as they were massaged.

"I slept great." Caretaker said, pressing a kiss to whumpee's shoulder.

Whumpee felt Caretaker's shirt brush against their bare back. They paused in confusion. "Didn't you fall asleep without a shirt? Have you been up?"

Caretaker placed another kiss on the back of their neck. "Maybe. Come see?"

"Mmmm... i just wanna lay here forever." Whumpee rolled to face Caretaker, smiling.

"Come on," Caretaker urged, cupping whumpee's cheeks. "Breathe in through your nose once."

Whumpee rolled their eyes, doing as they were asked. A strong scent hit their nose instantly. "Bacon?"

They jumped up eagerly, hugging Caretaker tight.

"You're the best!" Whumpee exclaimed, both of them erupting in a bout of giggles.

"Only the best for you." Caretaker scooped whumpee up, carrying them bridal style to the kitchen.

Whumpee laughed some more, then finally calmed down and caught their breath. Caretaker sat them at the island in the kitchen. In front of them was a breafast of waffles, bacon, and eggs.

"God, I don't deserve you." Whumpee sighed, picking up their fork and starting to eat.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker sat next to them.

"Yes, love?"

"If you had one day left to live, what would you do?"

Whumpee frowned. "Any reason you're asking?"

"Not at all, just wondering. It's kind of a fun question, isn't it?" Caretaker stared straight ahead of them.

"Well, I'd spend it with you. The fair's in town, so if today was my last day, I'd go do that," they squeezed Caretaker's hand, "with you."

Caretaker smiled, nodding. "Yeah? Get dressed, then, once you're done eating."

Whumpee grinned. "We're going to the fair? How are we gonna afford that right now?"

"I have some money saved up. Don't worry about the cost of anything." Caretaker lifted Whumpee's hand, giving it a kiss. "Today is all about you."

♡♡♡♡♡ timeskip ♡♡♡♡♡

Whumpee held hands with Caretaker as they walked through the fairgrounds. They took another bite of their cotton candy, then waved it towards Caretaker's face.

"Have some!" They urged, pressing it against caretaker's lips. "You know you want it!~"

Caretaker rolled their eyes, taking a little nibble. "Delicious, love. It's getting late- you ready for dinner? Ive got us a reservation."

"Sure! We've rode everything at this point." Whumpee squeezed caretaker's hand. They had had an amazing night, and to top that with a nice dinner? "Today's been great, love."

"Yeah? I'm really glad to hear that. Wanna catch the fireworks after?"

♡♡♡♡♡ timeskip again ♡♡♡♡♡

Whumpee sat next to Caretaker on the blanket as the fireworks boomed overhead. They held hands, caretaker's thumb tracing up and down on whumpee's hand.

"I'm so lucky to have you..." Whumpee whispered. "You've helped me through so much- ever since you saved me from Whumper... Because of you, I'm myself again. I just want you to know that I'm thankful for everything. I love you."

Whumpee's heart froze as they saw caretaker's eyes water.

"Caretaker..?"

Whumpee was pulled into their arms suddenly. Caretaker held them tight, resting their head on whumpee's.

"Are you okay," they tried, hugging caretaker back.

"Yeah... i just- i love you too. I love you so much. Promise you'll always be strong for me?"

"I promise, baby."

"No matter what happens?"

"Caretaker, you're scaring me..."

"Please, whumpee." Caretaker squeezed them tighter.

"I promise."

"Do you wanna go home and cuddle?" Caretaker rubbed whumpee's back softly.

"That sounds nice, yeah." Whumpee watched the fireworks, worry burning in their gut. "Lets go relax."

♡

The ride home was silent for the most part. Whumpee kept a hand on Caretaker's thigh the whole time, rubbing their knee.

As soon as they were home, Whumpee followed Caretaker to the bedroom and crawled into bed.

Whumpee began to pull their shirt off, only stopping when caretaker grabbed their wrist.

"Leave it on," they whispered.

"Caretaker, you're being weird," Whumpee responded, furrowing their brow. "Is everything alright?"

Caretaker held their face tenderly. "It's- it's not. I can't tell you why, but I need you to listen to me, please. Keep your shirt on for tonight."

"Alright... I trust you." Whumpee wrapped their arms around Caretaker's waist, giving them a gentle kiss.

They both settled into bed, Caretaker curled firmly around Whumpee and Whumpee clinging to their dinosaur plush- just like every other night.

Except tonight was different. Caretaker held Whumpee extra tight, their fingers rubbing through their hair slowly. The quiet 'i love you's and gentle kiss kisses came more frequently. If Whumpee wasnt so sure something bad would happen, they wouldve been able to appreciate it better. They did their best, responding to each of the soft touches gratefully.

They let themself fall asleep as Caretaker's nails ran up and down their arm in a soothing motion.

"I love you... I love you so much." Caretaker whispered as they drifted off.

♡

Whumpee was startled awake as they heard heavy footsteps. They could tell Caretaker was still awake- they doubted that they had ever fell asleep. Their hands were still brushing up and down whumpee's arms. They stopped, gripping whumpee even harder.

"No," Caretaker whispered, their voice cracking. "No, no..."

Whumpee looked up, their veins running cold with ice.

The lights were flicked on and several people walked in and spread themselves around the room, their muscles visible through their outfits.

Whumper walked in last, in one of their favorite wine-red suits. They were grinning in their sadistic way, hands clasped behind them.

"Caretaker," Whumpee cried, turning towards the one holding them. "Caretaker, what's happening?"

Caretaker was crying, squeezing them even tighter.

"Ah, my pet~" Whumper purred, walking to the end of the bed. "Its been a while, eh?"

"Caretaker," Whumpee cried, clutching them in horror. "What's going on?"

"Did they not tell you? Oh, how tragic..." Whumper came to Whumpee's side of the bed and reached out to touch them. They screeched, pulling away. "C'mon, Caretaker. Why don't you tell them why we're here?"

"No," Caretaker cried. "You can't take them, please!" Two men came over and grabbed Caretaker, dragging them off. "No! Let me go! D-don't"

Whumpee got on their knees, still clutching their stuffed dinosaur. "No- let them go- what are you doing?" They reached out with one hand towards Caretaker, sobbing.

"Since Caretaker doesn't want to, I'll explain. Caretaker didn't make their full payment this month, and that means I get you back!" Whumper grabbed them by the shoulder and turned them so they were face to face. "God, I've missed you. That look in your eyes- the fear- its beautiful."

"P-payment?" They stuttered, looking helplessly between Caretaker and Whumper.

"You really have no clue? They pay me four thousand a month so they can keep you here. They failed to pay this month, so I get you back." Whumper caressed their shoulders, grinning. Whumpee struggled to get free. They turned to Caretaker.

"You were paying? C-caretaker! I could've gotten a job- why didn't you tell me?" Whumpee struggled further against whumper, still clinging to their stuffed animal.

"Stop fighting," Whumper whispered, suddenly very close to whumpee's ear. They stilled instantly, the commanding tone pulling back memories in their brain.

Caretaker kept teary eye contact with them. "Whumpee, don't let them get to you. You promised you'd stay strong for me, right?"

"You really think i can't break you again?" Whumper cooed in their ear. Their hands went from whumpee's shoulders down to their waist. Whumpee shuddered, breath picking up. "Hands and knees."

Whumpee's body obeyed without thought. As soon as they realised what had happened and were trying to sit back up, Whumper had found a firm grip on the back of their neck.

"That easy?" Whumper teased, holding them in place. They added to caretaker; "You could've had this to yourself all this time and you chose to treat them like a regular person... I don't get it, honestly."

"Please don't do anything to them." Caretaker blurted, pulling against the people that held them back.

As if in response, Whumper leaned down and pressed a kiss to whumpee's neck. It quickly turned worse as Whumper started sucking on the skin. Whumper gnawed at their neck like a hungry animal, finally pulling away with one last lick.

"You two, knock Caretaker out and put them out on the couch." Whumper spoke to their henchmen after wiping their lip. "I can take Whumpee to the van."

Whumper released whumpee's head and they immediately strained upwards. "Caretaker!"

"Whumpee-" Caretaker whispered as a needle was held to their neck.

"I love you." Whumpee whispered back, watching in despair as the needle was pushed into Caretaker's skin.

"I love you too..." Caretaker gasped, slowly going limp between the two people supporting them.

Whumpee watched them be carried away, wiping their tears on their sleeves. They felt the bed shift as Whumper sat behind them, dragging them up into their lap.

"Oh, pet~" Whumper purred, hands traveling up and down whumpee's torso. "Would you like to come with me, now?"

"No," Whumpee said, crying harder. "I wanna stay with Caretaker..."

"No can do~" They signaled to one of the two henchmen left in the room, and they set a backpack down in front of them. Whumper dug in the bag, pulling out what looked like an epi-pen. "This won't put you to sleep, but it will-"

"-paralyze me," Whumpee finished with a silent sob. "I know."

Whumper pressed a kiss to the side of their neck, making them jolt. "Such a smart pup~"

"I'm not- I'm not anyone's pup." Whumpee's voice was less confident than they intended. They squeaked as the pen was pressed against their throat.

In one last attempt, Whumpee brought their elbow down against Whumper's stomach and jumped up as the other recoiled. They only made it so far until they were knocked back to their knees. The needle was plunged into their neck as a boot dug firmly into their back.

"No-" Whumpee croaked, flailing in an attempt to fight the drug. Whumper scooped them back up, pulling the pen out of their neck. Whumpee's limbs were already going limp.

"Now, darling," Whumper cooed. "Lets get you back home."

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